Special Recruitment - Gummy Lingerie TF
Tags: Inanimate, Lingerie, Caption, Food TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerSpecial Recruitment - Gummy Lingerie TFScarlett, a 19-year-old young adult made entirely of red strawberry gummy, nervously smoothed down her dress as she entered the Chewy Delights Gummy Factory. Her transluc…
Scarlett, a 19-year-old young adult made entirely of red strawberry gummy, nervously smoothed down her dress as she entered the Chewy Delights Gummy Factory. Her translucent red form jiggled slightly with each step, drawing curious and sometimes disgusted looks from the staff. "This has to work," she muttered to herself. "It's a gummy factory. They'll understand me here, right?" The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes, barely glanced up. "Interview room 3. Ms. Hardwick is waiting." Scarlett's gummy heart pounded as she entered the small, stuffy room. Ms. Hardwick, an overworked woman in her 40s, looked up from a stack of papers with obvious irritation. "Let's get this over with," Ms. Hardwick sighed. "Name?" "Scarlett Gelatin," the gummy girl replied, trying to smile. Ms. Hardwick raised an eyebrow. "Cute. Experience?" Scarlett fidgeted. "Well, I don't have any formal work experience, but-" "Of course you don't," Ms. Hardwick interrupted. "Education?" "I completed high school at the orphanage, and-" "Orphanage?" Ms. Hardwick's eyes narrowed. "Any criminal record?" Scarlett's gummy form quivered. "N-no! I've never-" "Fine, fine," Ms. Hardwick waved her hand dismissively. "Now, the elephant in the room. What exactly are you?" Scarlett took a deep breath. "I'm a gummy girl. I've been like this since birth. I can regenerate by eating gummy bears and-" "Fascinating," Ms. Hardwick cut her off, not sounding fascinated. "Any allergies?" "No, but I am sensitive to heat and-" "Can you lift 50 pounds?" Scarlett hesitated. "I... I'm not sure. My strength varies depending on the temperature." Ms. Hardwick pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, we don't have any positions for... whatever you are. This interview is over." Panic surged through Scarlett's gummy form. "Please! I need this job. I'll do anything!" Ms. Hardwick paused, an idea forming. "Anything?" Scarlett nodded eagerly. "Fine. We can... store you here temporarily. Until we find a suitable position." Scarlett's face lit up. "Really? Oh, thank you! Can I see where I'll be staying?" Ms. Hardwick's lips curled into a small smirk. "Of course. Follow me." She led Scarlett through the factory, past vats of bubbling sugar syrup and conveyor belts laden with gummy products. Scarlett marveled at the variety - not just candy, but gummy lingerie, gummy furniture, even gummy sex toys. "This place is amazing," Scarlett breathed. "It's like... it was made for me!" Ms. Hardwick suppressed a chuckle. "Oh, you have no idea." They stopped in front of a large machine. "This is where we process our raw gummy material," Ms. Hardwick explained. "It's also where you'll be... stored." Scarlett's gummy eyes widened. "In... in the machine?" Ms. Hardwick nodded. "We'll liquefy you, add some artificial flavors to spice things up, then store you in our system until we find a use for you. Don't worry, you'll still be... aware I think." Scarlett stepped back. "I... I don't know about this..." Ms. Hardwick's smile turned predatory. "You said you'd do anything, remember? Now, be a good girl and step into the machine. Your new life as a gummy product is about to begin." Scarlett's world became a haze of heat and pressure as she was dumped into the empty vat. The chemicals burned, breaking down her gummy form. She could feel every part of herself liquefying, her consciousness spreading thin across the molten mass. 'This is wrong!' she tried to scream, but her mouth was gone, melted away into the sugary slurry. Then she was poured onto a cooling tray. Scarlett felt a moment of relief before the stamping began. The form crashed down, reshaping her over and over. She could feel every curve, every strap of the lingerie being molded from her body. It was agonizing and oddly intimate. 'I can feel everything!' Scarlett thought, horrified. 'Every piece is still me!' The process repeated endlessly. Melt, cool down, stamp, package. With each cycle, Scarlett felt herself being cheapened, artificial flavors seeping into her very being. Her once vibrant strawberry essence was overwhelmed by chemical sweetness. Scarlett's consciousness spread thin across countless pieces as boxes of gummy lingerie piled up. She was everywhere and nowhere, trapped in a sugary limbo, and days passed in mindless tedium until suddenly - sensation! A piece of her, shaped like panties, was being worn. The warmth, the moisture, the friction - it was overwhelming. Then came the mixing with unfamiliar juices, followed by the shocking pleasure-pain of being eaten. Scarlett's remaining pieces quivered with the echoes of this intense experience. More incidents followed - a bra chewed by a dog, a thong dissolved in a hot tub - each one sending waves of sensation through Scarlett's fractured awareness. When Ms. Hardwick returned with the boxes, Scarlett tried desperately to reform and communicate. But the chemicals had changed her. She was motionless, just cheap gummy candy now. Ms. Hardwick, believing she'd imagined the who
